Conventional Wisdom

(Historical Notes: I reiterate once again all my previous statements about being a Tired Old Man, although this really has more to do with how much I’ve just never been built for the the heat of The South, despite living there pretty much my whole life.  Unless the convention center is absurdly aggressive in monitoring both temperature AND humidity, even the slightest costume just wipes me out after even the mildest bit of wandering around.  There’s a reason Dr. Forrester is one of the only costumes I still do, and it’s not JUST because it hasn’t fallen apart yet.  Even with that nasty wig, it’s still one of the thinnest, least uncomfortable costumes I own.  Just imagine how bad this would have been if I still wore that Bard from Ragnarok costume around!)